Whenever man begins to doubt himself, he does something so stupid that he is reassured.
To whom should we marry Freedom, to make it multiply?
Pants get shiny even on a throne.
Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up
An empty envelope that is sealed contains a secret.
The man who bows before the ruler, shows his behind to the courtiers